Doctors say that I'm insanewhile rectangles now to concentrateanother yellow to relaxscribbled down solutions to erase the past

Got me feeling like an outsiderThey're in her drawerbut she says she doesn't take emGot me feeling like an outsiderThey're in her drawerbut she does not take em allOh no now we've all been diagnosedoh no I can not feel at all

Society creates symptoms;the system medicates them(there is no progress in a cure,they've got their eyes on the returnit came from our own handto squeeze the last survivor)

Kiss me baby, make it better, kiss me babyyou can make it betterWould you, would you ever?Could you, could you ever?(watch your life through a screen)